Chapter 7 #3
With home repairs came disarray, something that drove Paige crazy.
She’d been handling it okay, though he noticed every so often, she had to take a break from the work to organize and declutter.
On a positive note, his tool bag had never looked better.
He could find everything now, rather than rummaging for ages, digging through the haphazard pile.
Hudson followed her to the kitchen, placing the bag of food on the table, as Paige went to the sink. She found a vase in the cabinet beneath, so after arranging his flowers and washing her hands, she carried the bouquet back to the table, making it their centerpiece.
“I love the colors in that arrangement,” she said, still looking at her flowers.
Hudson began pulling food out of the bag as Paige walked to another cabinet, grabbing plates for them. While he loaded them up with chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy, and coleslaw, she ventured over to the fridge.
“Beer or wine?” she asked.
“You pick.”
Paige pulled out an open bottle of Chardonnay they’d cracked into last night. “Might as well finish this,” she said, pouring them each a glass.
She lifted hers, tapping it against his. “To being your own boss.”
They both drank, then ate as he asked about her day.
She’d had today off, and she had put it to good use, making an impressive amount of progress on her to-do list. As always, she asked him detailed questions about little things she wanted to learn to do on her own, so he talked her through how to do them.
“Oh my God,” she said, as they finished eating. “Why the hell are we talking about this house? Who cares about all that?” she said. “I want to hear about your day. Did you run into my dad?”
He nodded. “I did.”
She gave him an exaggerated wince, meant to make him laugh. “How did that go?”
“Honestly, a lot better than I expected.”
He could tell that response surprised her. “Really?”
“Really. He knows about us, by the way.”
Paige frowned. “But Mom insisted…” She paused as the light went on. “TJ.”
He chuckled. “Apparently, he spied us kissing by your car the other day.” Hudson had taken his lunch break at the restaurant, since Paige was working.
She’d joined him, then walked out to his truck with him after the meal.
While they’d kept their hands to themselves at the table, Hudson hadn’t managed to keep that distance afterward.
He’d pushed her against the side of his truck, told her how much he’d missed her—even though they’d only been apart a few hours—and kissed her senseless.
“Well,” Paige mused, tapping her chin. “You’re still alive to tell the tale, so I’m taking that as a positive.”
Hudson laughed, then told her the truth. “He said you’re too good for me, that I don’t deserve you.”
Paige’s good mood evaporated in an instant, anger taking over before Hudson could tell her to put on the brakes. “He had no right! Where’s my phone?”
She started to rise, but Hudson grasped her hand, keeping her in her chair. Then he reached between her legs, under the seat, pulling the wooden chair until her thighs were tucked between his outstretched ones.
“He wasn’t wrong.”
“Like hell, he wasn’t,” she insisted. “And I’m telling him so!”
“I will never deserve someone as wonderful as you, Paige Sparks,” he said, cupping the back of her neck with one hand. “But I am going to spend every single day of my life trying to.”
That confession took the wind out of her sails. “You are?” she whispered.
This was the first time either of them had alluded to the future. Unfortunately, Paige’s father must have taught her how to play poker, because her expression was giving him nothing.
No clue if she was thrilled or mortified by that prospect.
Regardless, he took the plunge. “I love you, Princess. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She drew in a sharp breath, her eyes suddenly glistening with tears, and finally—FINALLY—a smile broke through. “I love you, too. So much. But I’m still not happy with my dad.”
“He’s challenged me to prove him wrong,” Hudson admitted. “And I’m going to.”
Paige considered that, and while he could see she truly didn’t believe he needed to prove a thing—God, that felt great—she put her concerns away.
Hudson leaned forward, kissing her. Paige was ready for him, her hand sliding through his hair. He gripped her hips, lifting her from her chair so he could deposit her on his lap. She curled up there, and they deepened the kiss.
Kissing had never been one of those things that ranked high on Hudson’s foreplay list. Probably because it was an intimate thing, and he’d never felt anywhere near the same level of closeness to past lovers as he did Paige.
Now, as always, he pulled the band from her hair, sliding his fingers through the long black waves, fanning it over her shoulders like a waterfall. Now that he’d seen her hair down, he made a habit of pulling those ponytails of hers out as soon as she got home from work.
A few nights ago, they’d done the past relationships conversation, though it had been wildly lopsided, Paige doing all the talking. Hudson’s list of lovers was nothing more than a long string of one- or two-night stands. The more he learned about her, the more he wanted to know.
He wanted to know every single one of her secrets, her hopes, her fears, her dreams.
They kissed for several minutes before Paige decided to move things along. She tugged his shirt over his head, leaning forward and sinking her teeth into his shoulder. His girl was a biter, and he loved it.
She stroked the sore spot with her tongue before planting a bunch of kisses on his neck and down his chest. Paige was apparently a big fan of his abs, as well as the tattoos on his arms. She touched them constantly, always pushing her lip out in an exaggerated pout whenever he put his shirt on in the morning.
If she had her way, he’d be shirtless twenty-four-seven.
He told her he wouldn’t mind obliging her, as long as it was a tit-for-tat situation, because her tits…
They were a goddamn masterpiece.
He let her play for a few minutes, then added her shirt and bra to the pile of clothing at their feet. This was how things always began between them.
One innocent kiss was followed by a hotter, longer, harder one and before he knew it, they were both naked and he was buried balls deep inside her.
So far, they’d had sex in the living room, the office, the master bath, and the dining room.
He’d taken Paige for a ride on his motorcycle—first out on the streets and then…
in the garage. The woman was insatiable, her sex drive matching if not exceeding his own.
Tonight, it looked like they were about to add the kitchen to their list.
“Stand up, Princess.”
Paige responded without hesitation. He worked the button and zipper of her jeans free, tugging them and her panties to her knees.
He shoved their plates to one side of the table, then gripped her elbow, turning her away from him. “Bend over.”
Paige trembled, her body flushed with arousal. Both of them were fans of this position because it allowed Hudson to take her harder, deeper.
Once she was bent over, he lifted his hand, swatting her ass. It was a playful tap more than a spank, but it was enough to make her groan and rise on tiptoe, inviting more.
He accepted the unspoken request, peppering her firm ass with harder slaps as she cried out his name. Hudson knelt on the floor, parting her legs so he was treated to an up-close view of her pussy.
He drew his tongue along her slit, from clit to anus then back again, as she shivered. She was wet and hot and oh so ready, but Hudson wasn’t finished playing.
He reached beneath her, stroking her clit before driving his tongue inside her.
Paige reared slightly, gasping. She confessed to loving this, admitting having anyone go down on her was a pretty new experience.
Only one of her previous lovers had done so, and apparently he’d made no secret of his disdain for the act.
She’d said it was clear he only did so thinking he needed to “pay her back” after giving him a blowjob.
Hudson loved driving her to brink and beyond with his mouth and tongue, loved tasting her, loved hearing her squeaks of surprise and pleasure.
Paige writhed against him. He’d taken to calling her his wriggly worm. She was physically incapable of holding still when in the throes of an orgasm.
Hudson replaced his tongue with two of his fingers, her pussy pulsing around them, telling him just how close she was.
Unable to resist upping the ante, he pulled his fingers out, chuckling when she slapped one hand to the table.
“Don’t stop!” she demanded.
“I’ve been the boss all day,” he said. “And I have no intention of relinquishing that role now.”
“Hudson,” she whined, ready to fight him.
He knew how to distract her. Circling her anus with one of the fingers wet from her own juices, he grinned when she stilled.
She had no experience with anal play, something he’d learned during another late-night post-sex conversation. He couldn’t begin to count the hours the two of them had spent lying awake until the wee hours, learning everything they possibly could about each other.
Paige held back nothing, and he reciprocated.
So far, he’d teased her with anal play, never doing more than toying with her, but tonight, he wanted to take another step forward.
Pushing one of his fingers back into her pussy, he gathered more of her body’s wetness before returning to her anus. This time, he didn’t stop with just a touch. He pressed in, two knuckles deep.
“Breathe,” he reminded her, when he realized she was holding her breath. “Does that hurt?”
She shook her head. “It feels different. Like a pinch. But…” She paused, then looked over her shoulder at him. “I don’t hate it.”
He pushed his finger the rest of the way in, testing that assertion of hers, thrusting it shallowly several times, letting her become accustomed to the feeling. “Still okay?”
“So okay,” she breathed. Her head was turned, one cheek pressed against the table, her eyes closed. He used his free hand to brush away the long dark strands of hair hiding part of her gorgeous face from him.
Hudson continued to fuck her ass with the single finger, his tongue returning to her pussy.
Paige cried out his name as she came. Watching her come was quickly becoming his favorite pastime.
Once the orgasm waned, Hudson pushed to his feet, unfastening his own jeans. Leaning over her body, he placed a kiss to the side of her head, his cock brushing her ass.
“Got another one of those in you?” he asked.
Paige cracked one eyelid. “I think you and I both know I’ve got several more. You never let me stop at just two, even though I swear sometimes I feel like I could die from how good it feels.”
He grinned. This woman never failed to make him feel ten feet tall and bulletproof.
Grasping his cock, he guided it to her opening, pushing inside with one hard thrust.
Paige moaned, then lifted onto her elbows, adding her own backward motion to his fucking. He took her hard, because that was how she liked it. How he liked it.
The table slid a tiny bit on each return until it hit the wall, finally held in place. With Paige’s top half lifted slightly, he was able to reach around and cup her breasts in his palms, pinching her nipples the way she liked.
Paige was a vocal lover, never holding anything back.
“Right there,” she gasped. “Like that. Holy shit, Hudson! Fuck me. Fuck me!”
She came quickly, despite just climaxing.
Hudson gritted his teeth, his jaw locked because he refused to finish this fast. But goddamn, if she didn’t make it hard. Her pussy clenched tighter than a vise around him, making it almost painful for him to keep moving.
Paige’s upper body dropped back to the table, her strength gone. Hudson wasn’t done with her yet, so he gathered a fistful of her black hair, tugging on it until she lifted herself again. Her pussy quivered, letting him know just how much she loved it when he pulled her hair.
“God!” she cried. “Harder.”
Hudson didn’t know if she meant his fucking or hair pulling, so he gave her both.
Within a dozen more fast, pounding strokes, she was there again, and this time he was going down with her.
Her orgasm triggered his, and his balls were so tight and full, he feared they’d burst. He called out her name as he emptied himself inside her. The past few nights, he’d actually regretted the fact she was on birth control, wishing he was putting a baby inside her.
Hudson had never—and he meant NEVER—imagined himself becoming a father, but he wanted a baby with Paige so badly, it was becoming yet another obsession.
He dropped to his elbows over her, his cock still tucked inside her body. Paige was face down on the table again, gasping for air.
“Love you,” he whispered against her hair. “Love you so much.”
Paige pushed back, so he stood, helping her to rise as well. She wrapped her arms around his waist, tugging him against her. “I love you too.”
“What do you say we carry the rest of that chicken upstairs and take turns feeding each other in bed?” he suggested.
Paige giggled. “You grab the bucket, and I’ll get another bottle of wine.”
Yep.
Perfect.